who told me
I should be a philosopher.
But I close my eyes
and dream at night
like everyone else.
Drifting off to sleep,
I whisper out loud,
"I don't know what to do."
At any days end,
I'm at one with my pillow.
Sleeping on a bed
of potential answers.
I'll sleep on it.
A carnival ride-
no tickets needed
this time.
I didn't hold my breath
at the top of the ferris wheel
of what I wish to be.
A whisper from my lips,
"I don't know what to do."
The whispers
grew into prayers.
Then to voices climbing in my head
I couldn't sleep without.
The unanswered prayer grew
louder then stopped.
Dreams. . .
Struck me right in the eye;
do nothing different,
work on your words.
Be always as kind
and compassionate
as you can.
Living is enough to make
an impression on the earth.
